[It’s time to turn out the lights after bedtime reading. Allie sits up in her sleep and mumbles…]
I’ve been working on it… I’ve been working on it…
I know, buddy. you can rest now.
[We are getting up late after a night interrupted by sickness.]
Hey P – how’s the potty situation? Do you need to go before we leave for school?
No, I’m ok.
Are you sure?
I went already. [She indicates the dry, abandoned diaper on the floor.]
I know! That’s so great you went by yourself in the night. Do you remember how long ago it was?
Nope.
Do you remember getting up and going?
Nope.
Can you give it a shot? For me?
Wellll… [She grudgingly wanders over to the potty and gets going on it.] Apparently, I love you.
[Steve is trying to negotiate her into bed. It’s glass-of-water stage]
I do not want that glass.
This is the one we have.
I would like the one with the polar bear on it.
Nope. It’s this glass or nothing.
[Heavy, dramatic sigh] If you insist… [Takes glass, and that’s that.]
Whither Earthlings 